a brocade of tales and short stories

I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

“Don’t do it, Katie!” Laney shouted at her sister in the basement bathroom.

“It’s just story, Laney. Don’t be such a baby,” Katie retorted as she stuck out her tongue.

“I’ll tell mom,” threatened Laney, reaching for the bathroom door.

“Do whatever you want,” Katie waved off her sister turning towards the mirror in front of the sink cluttered with princess toothbrushes. Squaring her shoulders, Katie raised to a plié and began boldly, “Bloody Mary.”

“Don’t,” Laney whimpered, frozen in fear.

“Bloody Mary,” Katie continued in a shaking voice of increasing doubt. Laney began sobbing softly.

I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

Laughter rang out from the moonlit street as the ball bounced away. The children chased after their prey with unbridled enthusiasm finally catching up with the weary, red orb near the intersection at the bottom of the hill. Just as one of the smaller boys picked up the ball a bright light sped towards them. The driver tried to swerve but was unable to divert course as he approached the intersection. He drove right through the children and came to a stop at the bottom of the hill looking back at the child holding the ball in the eerie moonlight unfazed.

I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

After the lights were turned out and all was quiet, the creature crept out of the closet. Oozing over bright-eyed dolls and cuddly stuffed bears, the tangled creature began its journey across the nursery. Caking mud over airplane toys, the creature made it to the other side of the small room. Stopping at the crib, the mud and matted vine covered creature peered down in admiration at a baby boy clad in smiling cloud pajamas. A low gurgling started, a demonic lullaby.

As the baby cooed in response to the song, the creature reached out to hold his son.

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

Draped in glittering bangles and a flashing tiara, she danced amongst her girlfriends like there was no world at all. It wasn’t the style dancing that first attracted me to the beautiful goddess before my eyes, but the bright flashing of the of all her adornments as she bounced to the beat.

As I turned to avoid moving into a stalker zone, something else flashy caught my eye. This was not bangles and tiaras but a horror I could not comprehend. My eyes met with the devil, and they could only ask silent why before there was no world at all.

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I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

Photo Prompt (C) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

My husband, I knew the weather called for rain most of the day, so we threw the roast in the crock pot and set about watching the games and some laundry here and there. As the aroma of salty meat began to drift from the kitchen into the living room, the thunder crackled closer.

Flash. Crash. Pop.

Followed by a loud thunderous roar is what we heard just as the TV snapped off along with all the power on the block. The dog ran upstairs, and we all looked at one another in the growing shadows wondering what to do for dinner now.